"Shit!"
The cell phone shattered into pieces. Sean let everything out. Everything he received. Rose's whimpering, soft voice calling out Theo's name eroded any patience he had. If only it had been easy for Sean to forget Rose. He would not expect the love he had lost to rekindle in the heart of the woman who until this moment was precious in his eyes. Sean knew Rose well .... The mistakes he made. Will not change Rose's decision. The intertwined relationship that has fallen. Will never bloom, even if Sean becomes the most pitying. "Shit!" He cursed again, frankly almost destroying the whole room. Ever since Verasco's arrival at the hospital the other day. In the end, Sean agreed and involved himself as part of Witson. Receiving a full share in a different company under his own name. It was all arranged. There was nothing wrong with Sean's choice, that he was entitled to the luxury that had been nurtured by hatred. Verasco"Why did you come back again?!" At the existence of one arm wrapped tightly around the other. Rose was stunned to receive her husband's face resting on her shoulder line. Theo's warm breath wafted in. The lips occasionally fell to kiss the recesses of the neck and sniffed the intoxicating scent of the body. "This is for you." The shopping paper lifted to float in front of Rose. The small bites on her skin never died allowing Rose to cup the tip of the Italian man's well—shaped sense of smell. "Your habit is giving me trouble." Because Rose has trouble covering the reddish marks that arise, if she has to wear revealing clothes in the summer. Rose pressed harder on Theo's nasal cavity, perhaps the man would soon break away. Theo was right to do so. However, instead of being freed. Next Rose's body floated on the bed. "I really hope you break your hand again!" Rose changed her position to sit right next to the sh
"You've been so long, Mrs. Witson." For the blessed time Rose had to hear the same protest escape the lips of the man looming in the doorway. The only difference was that the last nickname was deliberately emphasized. Each of Theo's nicknames to Rose had been fully enunciated until the last one, Mrs. Witson, and Rose felt it was a final warning. She hurried over still struggling to hook the chain of the bracelet Xelle had given her after having to open it, in favor of arm-length mesh gloves that contrasted with her skin color. "Please help me put them on." Rose extended an arm right in front of Theo. "You saw me in distress, but didn't take the initiative to offer," Rose said, handing over the jeweled chain on the surface of the palm that greeted her silently. "You're the one who likes to trouble yourself." Regret was already provoking the man to speak. It would have been better if Theo had said nothing. Though that should have been
"No, I'm not. This is already neat. There's your suit that I can use later. Let's go." Rose led Theo forcibly through every corner of the room to the grounds of the mansion. The Bugatti chiron that Theo used most often was parked awaiting the master's arrival. Rose opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. She still couldn't understand how Theo could want to cancel their departure so suddenly. "Are you sure you can drive or should I be safer?" Rose asked. She hesitated, occasionally glancing at the fingers gripping the steering wheel. "I can do whatever I want." Theo's haughty sentence ended with the car engine running. Theo's attention was fully focused staring straight ahead. Something different provoked a smile on Rose's slightly curved lips. "Did the car accident put you off?" She glanced at the speedometer below 30. Very slow, a far cry from the usual. "Not really. I did it on purpose. This way when we arrive, al
"Five million euros." What fell from her husband's hot lips was the final offer at the height of the charity event. Rose gasped in disbelief. Theo had the audacity to risk that amount of money on a glittering necklace that was linked to a mannequin neck. Rose knew Italy and Canada didn't have the same currency. However, the euro and the dollar were quite close. At least she could convert the price of the struggling necklace based on the dollar amount. "For a necklace, isn't it too expensive, Theo?" Rose half-whispered looking around her. Millionaires gathered in one event, all classy haggling over prices from the initial benchmark to the highest, and which no one dared to beat with other prices. Rose was still waiting for Theo's answer. Her husband was too busy studying the flat object in his hand. "Wait for me here. I'll take care of the payment first." When Theo loomed. The only thing Rose could do was stare at the big
Theo's statement signaled Rose's mind was far from unreasonable. Apparently the man was still in his right mind to whisper such sentences in another language—French that the baritone—voiced owner, Rose's husband, was fluent in as he approached the host—they talked for a long time. Unlike Rose's position, who successfully received envious stares from several women down there. The stage is where all visuals are clearly captured. Even the guests outside the building, the shadows of the passers-by were caught in the translucency of the glass. "Come, Sugar." A soft invitation tingled next to Rose's hearing. She followed where Theo would lead her. They walked up the stairs one step at a time with each other's footsteps and arms clasped to show Theo's possessive side. Not knowing if this was a coincidence or not. On the last step, Rose's never—ending scanning of the entire building came to a screeching halt with a fierce face glaring at her.
"Happy birthday, Mommy!" Oracle's tiny fingers twirled the confetti, sending small pieces of paper flying into each other and slowly falling to meet the top of the head of the woman who had just taken a step onto the ivory-white marble. She was startled by a deafening sound not far from her position. Halfway down Rose raised her hands, letting a few papers fall into her grasp. Once there was no more waving left. The corner of Rose's lips carved a thin curve. She looked up to meet the pregnant woman's sweet smile. Bridgette with a large cake and lit candles approached Rose who was still transfixed, never expecting this to be a surprise. "Make a wish and blow out the candles, Rose." What could Rose wish for in her life right now? Each page of the coming day was a mystery. She could not guess how far fate would take her across all sorts of events, and when Rose's handful of wishes would grow into fruit ripe for the picking.
"She is Axe's niece?" Rose gave a small whisper. She frowned as Bridgette swallowed roughly the remaining cookie in her mouth. "No." The woman replied half reluctantly."Axe's daughter. Campel is with another woman. The point is that I'm married to a bastard, Rose. You know him, of course, so I won't tell you much." A forced smile-Rose calmly took in every word that passed Bridgette's lips. All the things... she either believed or didn't. For once she didn't interrupt. Waiting for her to finish. "Bridgette, can you watch Campel for a moment? There's something I need to take care of." The new one spoken of towered over. Snooping sharply at Acampeliaz's whereabouts beside Theo. "He's with your friend. You take it easy." "Keep an eye on him." Xelle's heterochromia eyes turned away and brought the cell phone closer to answer a call from someone. Busyness drove Xelle's steps to swing quickly as if pressed for time. Le
Rose went through all the activities this night with a feeling of half—sadness. Each need that she had to complete... came tumbling out, including the time when Rose had to unravel the traces of numbers and letters recorded in her memory and transfer those shadows to a digital record on her phone. She had already set aside the most important part about George to do later. The distance was getting closer, it wasn't difficult for Rose to reach the reality left in front of her eyes. Where George was going, at least Rose already held the key that would open the padlocked door for her. Rose's faint smile was followed by fingers playing with Oracle's tanned hair—each of the little boy's strands belonged exactly to Xelle along with the soft texture that never changed. Indeed, just moments ago Oracle had fallen asleep peacefully. In stark contrast to Rose's anxiety over her husband, who was like a waterfall falling and washing away the entirety of her disoriented state.
Coming back from the bathroom, Rose thought she would be faced with the same situation. She had warned against it by waiting longer in the humid room until some of the noises from outside faded away. But everything Rose had expected was not true. The blood seepage on the floor when she opened the door was gone. Verasco's subordinates... even Verasco himself was nowhere to be seen, in his husband's infirmary. All that was left was Lion waiting very quietly, arms folded across his chest as he watched Theo silently. "Are you still here, Lion? Where are the others?" asked Rose as her steps brushed the side of the blanket. "Mr. Verasco asked me to wait here, Miss." Lion's attention was finally diverted. Rose suspected that he had just returned from the police station and helped Verasco and Elijah to execute George. As for George's betrayal, perhaps it was a wake-up call for Verasco to be more intolerant of hidden intentions and whatever else might happen. "Where is my
"On the way home. Their story has a happy ending. Finished." Rose closed the 400 pages book and placed it on the nightstand. Reading sweet stories had become her routine in the past few days. Rose smiled slightly at her husband's face who was lying so quietly. This morning the breathing apparatus had just been removed indicating Theo's condition was getting better after the bloody spear incident. Luckily, they immediately brought Theo to get the right treatment. Theo had to undergo surgery three times. He had lost a lot of blood and needed transfusions as soon as possible. Rose remembered that some arguments happened between them regarding Theo who had very step blood, even Verasco was helpless about it. Just a Wench .... That's what Verasco said at that time with a trembling tone of voice. Like he was so regretful. Really regretful, until finally Travis suggested the few people who were still left in Italy to bring some bags of Theo's blood that were taken two
"She's very good at acting." Rose whispered softly in Bridgette's face who had only come into view after the play had started. There was no need for Rose to ask where the woman had been, she could guess what the couple sitting next to her had been up to from the slightly disheveled appearance a few moments ago. "Yes. No wonder she's the lead. She's very pretty tho." Rose nodded in agreement as Bridgette whispered along. The students who were drafted to act out the drama on the wedding stage were really good. Their pronunciation and intonation were perfect, especially when they were blocking. Rose remembered things like that that her father often commented on when watching street theater. Until this moment Rose had not found her father's whereabouts. Rose looked at Theo for a moment. Her husband was too focused on watching the theater play. The sharp gaze and tightly clenched lips were very hot. Rose wanted to touch Theo but was prevented by the arrival of the w
Who would have thought that the two weeks since that day would feel so short as Rose's busy journey came to an end. It all seemed to be over in an instant, until in the shade of a large, luxurious building she stood. Smiling at her handsome husband whose black hair had grown into a neatly combed bun. The thick eyebrows and gray eyes were a perfect combination, plus the hot touch of lips that sometimes returned her smile, and so whispered the naughty words that the man would later plan after the party was held. There should be nothing for Rose to worry about at this point. Just carrying out the last vestiges of the plan that would lead her to an intact family, then waiting to see how Theo would fight for their happiness together. But as long as she was there. Occasionally moving her feet regularly—back and forth in turns with her arms wrapped tightly around her husband's neck. Rose didn't find anyone who might still bear a faint resemblance to her parents among the a
"Who did you come with?" Rose felt a touch on the top of her head and immediately broke away from Bridgette's embrace. Xelle smiled at her and it seemed as if the man had just gotten home from work. The long blue shirt on the body was slightly ruffled with half of the buttons open, so the reddish marks on the skin of Xelle's chest were faintly revealed. Rose understood... she had just guessed wrong. "I think my arrival has interrupted your fun," she said, not directly answering Xelle's question, but at the same time Rose received a light pinch on the arm as well as Bridgette's 'shut up' gesture. "I'll take Rose inside. Don't forget to take a shower after this, Axe. You're very messy. And one more thing, tell Edward in an hour to pick up Oracle and Campel at school." Already Rose had taken a step towards where Bridgette was leading her, instantly she froze in place remembering Theo in the car. "I can't stay long, Bridgette. Theo's waiting for me." "
"This many invitations, who will be at our event?" Rose's attention was fixed on Theo and the concorde sheet of paper in his hand. Occasionally she turned back to confirm the existence of a stack of invitations arranged in tiers, some of which were in the trunk of the car with the rest sitting on the passenger seat. The golden color of almost all the invitation paper gave a luxurious impression, especially the embossed writing on the surface added an elegant side. Rose liked it when she was fingering the parts of the letters that popped out. It felt like she had just pampered her fingers. "Is your name right there?" But instead of answering Rose's question, Theo asked her that very thing. "It is." For a moment Rose returned her attention to the invitation paper. O'Douglas. Her eyes searched carefully for the name on the back. Rose had never been allowed to bear the title 'O'Douglas' for the rest of her life, but this time Rose had mad
Mesmerized. That was one of Theo's main reactions the first time Rose stepped out of the dressing room in a creamy white wedding dress like a romantic bride. An interesting conclusion emerged as Theo gazed at Rose as if she were a gentle woman with twists and turns... so beautiful and pure. The woman's sweet smile was something Theo never imagined he would have in full. Rose was absolutely stunning draped in a dress that began its beauty by leaving Rose's neck exposed in a transparent and elegant way. On the chest, the fabric that fit Rose's body was decorated with lace in the shape of spreading flowers and leaves accompanied by a sprinkling of sparkling crystals. From the hip line, the dress was in full bloom, but not beyond the slightest portion that Rose had to lift when stepping slowly. The curve in Rose's lips grew wider as she stared straight ahead. It was in those moments that Rose realized her husband was still silent without saying anything, as if he
After a flurry of activity with several dresses and eye-catching accessories. Rose's decision was then made to meet Theo in the office after parting ways with the woman who introduced herself as Alma as well as the woman's two beautiful secretaries, Evalina and Lindsey. The accidental encounter with Lion, whose fever was much better, was the moment when the man told Rose the whereabouts of Theo—who he said he had accidentally seen when Lion walked around several corners of the mansion just to add to the heat. The man wanted to sweat, but Rose's real business was with Theo. She didn't need to worry about anything else, except that her husband might be busy again. That was also what Lion had said before saying goodbye, which eventually led to Rose standing in front of Theo's study door... wondering if she should knock before entering. She didn't. Rose wouldn't do that once the door had been opened. A dimly lit room showed her husband there. Focused on his laptop, while Esmeralda
Loud howls filled Rose's senses almost all the time. She had locked the room. Her face was buried under the pillow, but Theo deliberately let Esmeralda roam the mansion. Occasionally the baritone's voice even chuckled in her ear. They seemed to be very close and perhaps Rose should have given Theo a warning not to make a single disturbing sound. Rose let out a long sigh letting her footprints rest on the cold marble. Step by step she walked out reaching out and pressing down on the doorframe then pulling the frame inwards, that second at the same time Theo's body fell along with Esmeralda who bit the man's forearm. There was no pain, because what Rose found was that Theo was enjoying Esmeralda's treatment. It actually reminded Rose of the first time she was reunited with a Siberian husky and the first time Theo found out Rose was pregnant. She smiled wryly at the thought of those days. If their baby had been saved, her stomach would have swelled up. "You and your wif